Peace.  Piece. 

​Peace.  Piece

What keeps us alive?
What keeps us alive?
In my world
No hate
No shame
No degrade
Just a piece full of love
In a world not cursed.
I can’t understand what it would take
For dreams to be made.

A world full of opportunities
A world free from pride
No his, hers or mine
Freeing fear from all minds
If I could create so fantastic a reality
Would I still be called naive?
A gift made of nothing
Just my world anger free. 

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